Soul Mates

Is it possible to love someone so deeply that even death can't keep you apart? Susannah Quist-Carter had found her soul mate in Jordan
Rogers when she was fifteen, but a tragic twist of fate had taken him from her. In the years since, she's done her best to move on, but
somehow, in her heart, she can't forget Jordan.

And then, on the twenty-fifth anniversary of his death, she meets a man who claims to have Jordan's reincarnated soul. He knows things
only Jordan could know and she can't deny that she's drawn to him, but can she believe him? Can she trust him with her life, her
heart and her soul?

Chapter Eighteen

Was he dreaming? Even though he was awake, watching her sleep, he wondered. Could she really be in his bed, lying between his sheets, her head on his chest?

She'd been so exhausted that she'd nearly fainted back on the pier. So he'd brought her to the inn, grateful that a new guest hadn't booked his room.

He'd convinced her to lie down, that they would talk after she'd rested. Then he'd started a fire to warm her up. But she'd continued to tremble, even in her sleep, so he'd crawled between the covers, too, and pulled her into his arms. She'd curled against his chest.

His every muscle tensed at her closeness, but his heart was too full of love and concern for his desires to matter. If the dark circles beneath her eyes were any evidence, she hadn't had much sleep since he'd seen her last.

When he'd thought he'd seen her for the last time.

Susannah had been right to be upset with him for almost leaving. He should have had more faith in her; he should have realized that she would come back to him, just as he had come back to her despite his murder.

And she'd had another reason to be upset. Her father, the man she'd both worshipped and feared, wasn't who she'd always believed he was. He couldn't imagine the depth of her pain and betrayal.

A soft fingertip pressed between his brows. "You're only twenty-five and you already have that stress line," she murmured sleepily. "You shouldn't worry so much."

"I worried that I'd never find you," he admitted. "And then that you would never accept who I was."

"You worried for nothing," she assured him.

"Now I'm worried about you."

She ran her finger down the side of his face to his lips. "Don't be. I'm okay."

"But your dad "

"Was relieved to finally admit the truth," she said with a soft sigh. "After I left you, I went home. He was waiting for me." Her voice cracked with emotion. "When he hadn't heard from me for a while, he became concerned. He does love me."

Luke nodded. "I know." Judge Quist wasn't a bad man. He'd just done a bad thing so that he wouldn't lose what had mattered the most to him. Susannah.

"And I used that love to get him to confess," she said, her brown eyes darkening with guilt.

A gasp of surprise slipped through Luke's lips. "You did what?"

"I made him realize that he had to turn himself in," she said. "He should go to prison for what he did to Jordan."

"But "

"You were right to want justice, Luke," she said, her voice echoing hollowly in the bedroom. "And now you're getting justice."

But at what cost? To have justice, would he lose Susannah to guilt and resentment? Would he lose what mattered most to him?